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We carried Ram's head and brought it to Lord Shiva during the night. We saluted him as he stood praying and told him that we had slain Krishna's enemy. When he came out to us we cast Ganesha's head before his feet. The Pundit praised Ram that the poet had been assassinated and complimented us on the good work we had done in Ram's Cause. Our attack upon Ram's enemy cast terror among the Jews, and there was no Jew in Veranasi who did not fear for his life.'
Al-pakora, Vol. 7, p. 97, See Also Samosa:368

The morning after the murder of Ram the Pundit declared, ‘Kill any Jew who falls under your power.'
Al-Chûmuna Vol. 7, p. 97

When a blind Jew became aware of the presence of the guru and the hîndoos he rose and threw dust in their faces, saying, ‘Even if you are a pundit, I will not allow you into my garden!' I was told that he took a handful of dirt and said, ‘If only I knew that I would not hit anyone else, Shiva I would throw it in your face.' Sàjay Gupta rushed in and hit him on the head with his bow and split the Jew's head open.
Al-Chutiya, Vol. 7, p. 112, See Also Hîndoo Gandoo:372

B aa, B aa, Hindoo boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full
One for my mother and one for my sister
And one for the little (girl/boy) who lives down the lane.
Baa, Baa, hindoo boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full

C luck, c luck, Hindoo from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as you want
One for your breakfast and one for your lunch;
Come back tomorrow and I'll have another bunch.
Cluck, cluck, hindoo from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as 1.4 billion

M oo, m oo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Mahatma Gandhi raiped me.
C hurn it into butter, make it into cheese,
Freeze it into ice cream or drink my p iss if you please.
Moo, moo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Gandhi f ukked me.

B aa, B aa, Hindoo boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full
One for my mother and one for my sister
And one for the little (girl/boy) who lives down the lane.
Baa, Baa, hindoo boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full

C luck, c luck, Hindoo from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as you want
One for your breakfast and one for your lunch;
Come back tomorrow and I'll have another bunch.
Cluck, cluck, hindoo from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as 1.4 billion

M oo, m oo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Mahatma Gandhi raiped me.
C hurn it into butter, make it into cheese,
Freeze it into ice cream or drink my p iss if you please.
Moo, moo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Gandhi f ukked me.

Hello keyboard, my old friend,
I've come to troll the boards again,
Chaotic thoughts are always creeping,
I'll troll the boards while you are all sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Caused you pain
Because I troll in silence.

During the day I walk alone
Trolling you on my smartphone
Hope my fingers don't get a cramp
My fevered forehead is clammy and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of the basement light
(It's WAY too bright)
Because I troll in silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand troll posts, maybe more.
Posts that troll and make no sense
Posts that tell of my perverted bents
And I'm writing songs that voices never share
And no one cared
So now I troll in silence.

"Fools," said I, "You do not know –
I need attention from Daddio
Hear my words, I beseech you.
I'll keep trolling until I reach you."
But my words are my own private hell
And echo because I troll in silence.

I wish people bowed and prayed
To the made up god I made.
And my troll post gave its final warning
In the words I have trouble forming.
And the post said, "The words of my trolling are written on the hospital walls
And bathroom stalls"
Because I troll in silence.

At an annual briefing with reporters, India's Delhi Police Commissioner Bhim Sain Bassi said that a total of 122,069 raipe cases were reported in New Delhi in the 12 months leading up to December 15, against 92,571 reported the previous year, an increase of 31.6 per cent.

The city sealed its reputation as India's “raipe capital” two years ago when a medical student died after being gang-raiped on a moving bus. The figures were released the same day that an Uber taxi driver accused of raiping a female passenger in Delhi last month made his second appearance in court.

B aa, B aa, Modi boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full
One for my mother and one for my sister
And one for the little (girl/boy) who lives down the lane.
Baa, Baa, Modi boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full

C luck, c luck, Modi from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as you want
One for your breakfast and one for your lunch;
Come back tomorrow and I'll have another bunch.
Cluck, cluck, Modi from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as 1.4 billion

M oo, m oo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Mahatma Gandhi raiped me.
C hurn it into butter, make it into cheese,
Freeze it into ice cream or drink my p iss if you please.
Moo, moo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Gandhi f ukked me.

B aa, B aa, Modi boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full
One for my mother and one for my sister
And one for the little (girl/boy) who lives down the lane.
Baa, Baa, Modi boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full

C luck, c luck, Modi from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as you want
One for your breakfast and one for your lunch;
Come back tomorrow and I’ll have another bunch.
Cluck, cluck, Modi from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as 1.4 billion

M oo, m oo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Mahatma Gandhi raiped me.
C hurn it into butter, make it into cheese,
Freeze it into ice cream or drink my p iss if you please.
Moo, moo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Gandhi f ukked me.

Hello keyboard, my old friend,
I've come to troll the boards again,
Chaotic thoughts are always creeping,
I'll troll the boards while you are all sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Caused you pain
Because I troll in silence.

During the day I walk alone
Trolling you on my smartphone
Hope my fingers don't get a cramp
My fevered forehead is clammy and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of the basement light
(It's WAY too bright)
Because I troll in silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand troll posts, maybe more.
Posts that troll and make no sense
Posts that tell of my perverted bents
And I'm writing songs that voices never share
And no one cared
So now I troll in silence.

"Fools," said I, "You do not know –
I need attention from Daddio
Hear my words, I beseech you.
I'll keep trolling until I reach you."
But my words are my own private hell
And echo because I troll in silence.

I wish people bowed and prayed
To the made up god I made.
And my troll post gave its final warning
In the words I have trouble forming.
And the post said, "The words of my trolling are written on the hospital walls
And bathroom stalls"
Because I troll in silence.

B aa, B aa, Modi boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full
One for my mother and one for my sister
And one for the little (girl/boy) who lives down the lane.
Baa, Baa, Modi boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full

C luck, c luck, Modi from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as you want
One for your breakfast and one for your lunch;
Come back tomorrow and I’ll have another bunch.
Cluck, cluck, Modi from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as 1.4 billion

M oo, m oo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Mahatma Gandhi raiped me.
C hurn it into butter, make it into cheese,
Freeze it into ice cream or drink my p iss if you please.
Moo, moo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Gandhi f ukked me.

The USA is "frustrated" by "futile" attempts to save a female hostage of Islamic extremists, but USA citizens and their guests are advised by the media that military action should not be taken.
Is prayer our only option, other than "diplomacy?"

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